The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The brass key is cold, heavier than it looks, its teeth worn smooth by twenty years of turning. You hold it in your palm, feeling the metal bite into the flesh, before you look up at the magistrate’s study door. The wood is dark oak, polished until it shines like wet slate, and the smell of the room beyond hits you first: stale pipe tobacco, damp wool, and underneath that, the sharp, metallic...

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